Chapter 6: Oppression and Resistance

  "How dare you hit me?" Wu Gang's face was covered in cold sweat as he shouted frantically, "You're dead for sure today, no one can save you."

  "Go eat shit." Xia Chen sneered and kicked down.

  Bang! Wu Gang's face and the solid ground collided, two front teeth instantly flew out, fresh blood flowed between his lips, mixed with dirty mud, unspeakably disheveled.

  "How far can you roll?!" Xia Chen kicked Wu Gang far away with one foot.

  Everyone was shocked, and even Zhuo Bufan and Li Yuanyao's faces changed.

  "Everyone come at him, this cripple dares to hit me, today I'll make him useless." Wu Gang hated extremely, struggling to climb up, gritting his teeth and shouting.

  The other new disciples finally reacted and rushed up angrily.

  That Yang Er's new disciple charged forward the most fiercely, taking a step to stand in front of Xia Chen: "You dare..."

  Before he could finish his sentence, Xia Chen's hand suddenly shot out and grasped his throat, forcing all the remaining words back into his belly.

  Xia Chen swung Yang Er like a human club, slamming him heavily onto the bodies of two new disciples who had just rushed up.

  Three mournful cries rang out simultaneously, and the two new disciples flew out, but Yang Er's head was bleeding profusely, almost fainting from the pain, this feeling of being used as a plaything was quite unbearable.

  Before Yang Er could come to his senses, Xia Chen suddenly loosened his grip on his throat and with a burst of strength, threw him out. Yang Er instantly flew out like a cloud, and his massive body heavily knocked the other three new disciples to the ground.

  In an instant, six disciples fell to the ground.

  Wu Gang and others also cultivated true energy perception, but it was only on the same level as Yan Bing, and naturally couldn't be compared to Xia Chen.

  Everyone was shocked and stunned, no one had expected that Xia Chen would be so powerful.

  The remaining new disciples saw this scene and were suddenly frightened pale, hastily retreating, who dared to rush up again.

  Wu Gang's face turned pale, he covered his stomach, and was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He never thought that this seemingly insignificant servant would be so formidable.

  "How dare you raise your hand to hit someone? Brother Fang just mentioned the rules of our school, which clearly state that we are not allowed to fight among ourselves. You have a lot of nerve." Zuo Bufan's face turned icy cold as he spoke in a stern voice.

  Wu Gang and others had just made him and Li Yuanyao their leaders, but in the blink of an eye they were beaten by Xia Chen until they were disheveled, which was equivalent to losing face in public. Zhuo Bufan was naturally extremely angry.

  "Can't you see? They were the ones who hit me first!"

  Zhuo Bufan's eyes were cold and menacing: "They hit you, that's what you deserve. You dare to fight back, that's asking for death!"

  "It's really courting death, I don't know who was beaten by me like a dog eating shit." Xia Chen said with a cold smile.

  Wu Gang's face turned iron-green, his teeth clenched, and his eyes blazed with fury, as if he wanted to punch Xia Chen to death.

  "Trash, you seem to be acting quite arrogant." Zhuo Bu Fan's face was gloomy, "With just that bit of inferior boxing skills, you dare to show off, today if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're some kind of big shot."

  He summoned his true energy and strode towards Xia Chen with large steps.

  "Are you guys reasonable? So many of you beating up one person, and still looking down on the rules?" A round-faced beautiful girl said angrily. She was one of the new disciples who didn't come forward earlier.

  "It's just that as a direct disciple, taking turns to attack is too much of an advantage." Another sturdy youth also angrily said.

  "This doesn't concern you, if you don't want trouble then leave quickly!" Li Yuanyao said calmly.

  "Who are you to tell us to get out?" The last new disciple said. His face still looked a bit childish, but his tone was not weak at all.

  Li Yuanyao's eyes turned cold: "A few insignificant people, dare to make another noise, and I'll take you all down together!"

  "Yuan Yao, I'll take care of these few insignificant people and this trash, you don't need to lift a hand, lest you dirty your hands." Zhuo Bu Fan said with a cold smile.

  "Zhuo Shixiong, severely punish this good-for-nothing! He's just the worst potential new disciple, even if he's crippled, no one will speak up for him." Wu Gang shouted viciously.

  "When Brother Zhang beats this scoundrel to the ground, I'll go and trample him with my feet." Yang Er shouted loudly, covering his head with a piece of cloth.

  "Brother Zhuo is invincible and brave, dealing with these few insignificant people is as easy as turning over his hand." The other new disciples also started cheering along.

  "I've been looking down on you for a long time, come and die." Zhuo Bufan sneered as he walked up close, chopping his hand towards Xia Chen with a sharp gust of wind, his movements strict and precise, with a lot of skill, far surpassing Wu Gang and others.

  Xia Chen was already on guard, his heart skipped a beat. To say nothing of other things, just looking at the technique, Zhuo Bu Fan was much stronger than him.

  He didn't dare to slack off, gathered his true energy and punched out.

  Bang! The two fists and palms collided, Zhuo Bufan's body shook, Xia Chen's whole body was severely shaken, retreated several steps, and for a moment, his blood surged.

  He had only one day's time after tomorrow, and naturally he couldn't compare with Zhuo Bu Fan's long-term cultivation.

  Zhuo Bu Fan's expression changed slightly, and he sneered: "No wonder you could beat Wu Shidi, it turns out that you're also a reborn cultivator. But for a waste like you to reach this level, I estimate it will take several years."

  He swiftly closed in, let out a loud cry, and struck three palm strikes fiercely towards Xia Chen's head, each one faster than the last, each one stronger than the last, each one more ruthless than the last.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Xia Chen exhausted all his strength, barely blocking the three palms, but he retreated continuously, his whole body surging with blood, his throat bitter and sweet, being shaken to the point of unspeakable suffering, his face also turned pale.

  "Trash, can't even withstand a single blow." Zhuo Bu Fan shouted, not giving Xia Chen any chance to catch his breath, and struck again with another fierce palm.

  Xia Chen was about to open up, but Zhuo Bu Fan suddenly changed his move, transforming his palm into a claw and pressing down fiercely, pinning Xia Chen's shoulders. He came from a noble family and had been practicing martial arts since childhood, with profound skills that far surpassed Xia Chen's abilities.

  Zhuo Bu Fan's hands clenched into fists, Xia Chen let out a loud cry, his shoulder was in severe pain, his scapula felt like it was about to break.

  "Wu Shidi, this waste just hit you. I'll make him kneel down and apologize to you. You can take revenge on him however you want." Zhuo Bufan said coldly, his foot fiercely kicking Xia Chen's left knee.

  Xia Chen let out a loud roar, and half of his leg suddenly knelt on the ground. His shoulders were pinned down, losing more than half of his combat strength, and even his bones seemed to be crushed.

  "Thanks to Brother Zhuo for helping me vent, Xia Chen, you scoundrel, where did your arrogance go just now? Seeing you being beaten by Brother Zhuo like a dead dog, and still wanting to kneel down and be tortured by me, it's really satisfying." Wu Gang was overjoyed, and immediately regained his composure, saying viciously.

  "This stinky miscellaneous role doesn't know the height of heaven and earth, dares to confront a genius like Brother Zhuo, it's just looking for death."

  "Serves him right. Who let him show off during the test? I thought he was a genius, but it turns out he's actually trash, far inferior to me."

  Yang Er and other new disciples burst out laughing coldly.

  "Stop!" The three round-faced girls saw Xia Chen being humiliated and were about to rush up to stop it.

  Li Yuanyao's face turned cold, just about to take action, Wu Gang shouted loudly, calling on other new disciples to surround the three: "Sister Li, don't bother using your hands, these few insignificant people, we can handle them."

  "No one can save you now, kneel down for me, you born inferior waste." Zhuo Bufan sneered, his foot raised, about to kick Xia Chen to the ground, while his hands pressed down with force.

  "You're going down, I'm taking you with me!" Xia Chen's entire body surged with hot blood, his brain about to explode, his eyes blazing red with fury like a raging fire, gritting his teeth in pain, somehow mustering the strength to suddenly break free from Zhuo Bu Fan's grasp and launch himself upwards with incredible force.

  Ka-chunk! Xia Chen's head heavily bumped against Zhuo Bu Fan's chin.

  Zhuo Bufan let out a loud cry, fell backwards with his head cracked open, blood splashing from his chin, and his face twisted in agony as he rolled around on the ground clutching his mouth.

  "I'll beat you to death!" Xia Chen went crazy and pounced on Zhuo Bu Fan, riding on his body, and slapped him with several loud slaps, instantly swelling Zhuo Bu Fan's face like a pig's head.

  Zhuo Bufan groaned, suffering unbearable pain, he was humiliated to the extreme, using all his strength to try and struggle up, but just as he lifted half of his body, he was met with a heavy punch from Xia Chen, instantly causing blood to spurt from his nostrils, covering his darkening eye sockets, letting out a miserable cry as he crashed to the ground.

  His skills were far superior to those of Xia Chen, but he was caught off guard and suffered a severe injury, losing the strength to fight back, unable to use any of his techniques.

  "Aren't you going to teach me a lesson? Come on, you piece of trash!" Xia Chen roared in anger, punching down fiercely one after another, turning Zhuo Bufan's handsome face into a sandbag, distorting it beyond recognition. Zhuo Bufan let out a series of miserable cries as blood splattered everywhere.

  "Aren't you supposed to be a genius? How did you get beaten by me, a useless person, until you're crawling all over the ground? What genius, I think it's just nonsense! *spit*" Xia Chen got more excited, his fists changed back to palms, and with a loud slapping sound, he slapped Zhuo Bu Fan's face repeatedly.

  Zhuo Bu Fan could barely hold on at first, but later he was powerless and could only let Xia Chen abuse him wildly. He wanted to cry out but couldn't, struggled but couldn't struggle free. It was truly a miserable situation.

  Everyone stood still like a fool, staring at this scene, half a moment, and no one took any action.

  "Damn you, clown! Stop it!" Li Yuanyao shrieked, rushing over in a fluster, pushing Xia Chen away and helping Zhuo Bufan to his feet.

  Zhuo Bufan was panting heavily, staggering, his face swollen and deformed, with bloodstains all over his face and body, his eyes narrowed to a slit, looking extremely disheveled.

  Everyone couldn't bear to look at him and thought that he was beaten too badly, even a pig's head looked better than him.

  "You're finished, I'll kill you today!" Zhuo Bu Fan squeezed out a few indistinct words from between his teeth, his anger raging like crazy, his hatred almost maddening. Being beaten by Xia Chen in public was an unbearable humiliation that he couldn't wash away.

  Swish! He drew a short blade from his waist and thrust it at Xiaocheng with a burst of murderous energy.

  "Halt, something's amiss!" A stern voice suddenly rang out. In the blink of an eye, a middle-aged scholar and a middle-aged woman walked up to them, none other than Yue Zifeng and Xu Fang.

  "Master, I'm going to chop this trash into a thousand pieces." Zhuo Bu Fan stopped in his tracks, gritting his teeth.

  "Who hurt you?" Yue Zifeng's face changed when he saw Zhuo Bufan's appearance.

  "Xia Shi Bo, this despicable clown, was jealous of our new disciples' unity and wouldn't let him join, so he suddenly launched a sneak attack and injured Bu Fan. All these new disciples can testify to that." Li Yuan Yao pointed at Xia Chen and said loudly.

  "Master Yu, I can attest that it was indeed Xia Chen who secretly plotted against Master Zhuo from behind. Otherwise, how could a useless person like him possibly harm Master Zhuo in the slightest? It's clear that he's jealous of Master Zhuo's superior talent." Wu Gang also said loudly.

  "I can also testify that it was Xia Chen who ambushed Zhuo Shixiong, he's too despicable!" Yang Er shouted loudly.

  "We can also testify..." The other new disciples also stood out one after another.